You bring me dying presents

When I let you in

And it’s sweet

Born to kill

And eat alive

It’s heart warming

You sharpen your weapons

Always ready for the fight

Can’t I be you for just a day

And feel what it’s like

To put my trust in me

How is it for you?

My love

You can’t talk

But tell me all your secrets


 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
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